My faith has grown since I had Aven. Some people lose their faith when things fall to crap but I had the complete opposite thing happen. My faith is strong. I talk to God all of the time now. I don't believe God failed me. I don't think he had any control of what happened with Aven. I believe that every single time I cried from the hospital bed to help me, to save my daughter, to take me instead that he cried too because he couldn't stop it all from happening. When I am hurt, he is hurt. When I cry, he cries. I don't think he causes motorcycle accidents that end in tragedy or causes family members to lose a battle with cancer or other ailments. The God I believe in isn't vengeful and doesn't cause pain to teach a lesson. Sometimes bad things just happen and all he can do is sit by and make sure that he is there. I firmly believe that if he wasn't there with me in the hospital the morning I lost Aven and if he wasn't here with me now that I would not be here. I would have lost a battle of my own and life wouldn't have meaning anymore.
He is here. I am proof.
After years of Sunday school classes and years of Catholic private school and very religious grandparents and family members, it took Aven to make me realize that my faith was stronger than I thought it to be and here the whole time even when I didn't recognize it.
Blessed are those who believe without seeing me.